Summer Connection
It was early June and I had only been home from college for a few weeks. My parents had just left for our summer home on the island but I had no interest in going with them this summer. Staying on the island would’ve prevented me from any opportunity to see him. To see Mark.
Marcus Barlow was my neighbor my entire life. He was a couple years older than me so as kids we ran in similar circles playing outside but unfortunately he went to the public school in our town and I went to a private one. Mark was the object of all of my desires since as early as I can remember. Attractive, outgoing, athletic. Every part of me wanted to worship the ground he walked on and tell him how perfect he was but sadly I’d have to settle for watching him from my front window whenever I had the chance. Convincing myself that it wasn’t creepy it was just stupid hormones.
This particular scalding Saturday in June I had done my usual morning routine and as I was drinking my coffee I went to the front window and saw him. Mark was mowing his front lawn in his beautiful sweaty glory. He was wearing a grey tank top and a pair of black gym shorts. The tank top was stained dark grey with sweat and I knew already I would remain at the window until he was finished with his yard work. All I could do was dream about what it would be like to worship him.
Quite some time had gone by and Mark had finished the lawn. He returned the mower to the side of his house and I watched him bound up his front stairs skipping steps with his long hairy legs. I watched him grab his front door only for it not to open. Then I saw him pat his shorts pockets quickly and turn around letting out what appeared to be a frustrated expletive. He had locked himself out.
Mark sat on his front steps with an annoyed look on his face and I knew this might be the only opportunity I’d ever get to have any sort of substantive interaction with him. Without letting myself overthink things I took the half filled garbage bag from the kitchen and carried it outside. The only reasonable excuse I could think of to go outside.
Exiting my house I pretended not to see him. It was only after I placed the bag in the barrel on the side of my home and was walking back around the front of my house that I looked across at him and we made eye contact. My voice cracked with nerves as I shouted lightly across the street at him. “Hey Mark everything all right?”
Mark’s face was red and sweaty, it had to be at least 80 degrees out. “Oh hey bro, yea I’m alright. Just locked myself out”. Mark’s voice was deep a masculine. I could melted there and then. Taking the advice of my older cousin who was always telling me to ‘shoot my shot’ I respond to Mark as confidently as I could. “Oh damn. Sorry that sucks. Uhm… would you wanna come inside mine? It’s way too hot for you to just sit outside”. Mark’s eyebrows shot up at my offer. “Really dude? That would be awesome. I have no clue when anyone else is getting home, and I left my phone inside too”. Mark popped up from his steps and strode over to me. “Thanks man, you’re a life saver. I’ve been sweating my balls off out here. Right after I got back from the gym I went back outside to get some yard work done. Can’t believe I forgot my keys inside. I feel like an idiot”. As Mark approached to me I got my first up close look at him in years. His short curly brown hair was plastered to his face with sweat. And speaking of that face. Staring at him from my second floor window did him no justice. His perfect hazel eyes sparkled at me between his long eyelashes and his plump pink lips looked like they were perpetually wet. Mark was at least four inches taller than me but that was irrelevant to me because if I had my way I’d be crawling at his feet always.
We walked up my stairs together. “Yea it’s not a problem Mark. My parents are gone for the summer so it’s just me at home, I could use the company anyways.” I internally cringed after saying that but my request for company didn’t seem to phase Mark. He playfully slapped my butt as I opened the front door. “Hell yea man the open crib is clutch”. Mark slapping my ass even in such a playful way would occupy my spank bank for a long time if not eternally. Little did I realize that slap would be tame compared to everything else the two of us would get up to for the rest of the summer.
The two of us walked into my living room and Mark let out a satisfied moan. “Fuck bro I didn’t realize how hot I was”. He lifted his arms and was running his hands through his sweaty wet curly hair. I couldn’t stop myself from stealing glances at his hairy armpits. “Can I get you anything to drink” I asked him in a quiet voice. “Please dude. I finished my water at the gym”.
I quickly went to the kitchen and grabbed him a glass of ice water. It’s humiliating to say but even just serving him water had me rock hard. Nothing made me happier than serving Mark, even if it was just in the most mundane ways. Mark finished his glass in two gulps. “Please sit” I gestured to the coach just behind him. “You sure bro? I’m pretty sweaty I don’t want to ruin your coach”. Mark acknowledging his sweatiness was so arousing to me. “Yea don’t worry. I don’t mind sweat”. Again I cringed at myself, and this time Mark seemed to notice. He gave me a quick look of curiosity before letting himself fall back on the couch heavily. I watched him bring his still sneaker clad feet up in the ottoman as well.
Part of me felt like I was being set up but I couldn’t avoid this perfect scenario. “Uh you know you can take your shoes off Mark”. My voice quivered. The idea of seeing Mark without his sneakers had me salivating. I’d only seen him without them once before and it was sort of a sexual awakening for me. Mark chucked and looked down at his feet. “Yea I’d love to man but you don’t want these coming off in here”. I knew then that I would do whatever it took to get him to take them off. “What do you mean? Why?” I tried to keep the tone of my voice as innocent as possible.
Again Mark laughed. “I haven’t had a chance to change my socks these past few days and you know how hot it is. My feet reek even one day in these shoes let alone when I wear the same socks for days going to work, the gym and doing yard work in them.” I also gave a small laugh to try and keep things casual. “Don’t worry I don’t mind”. Mark raised his brows and look me straight in the eyes. “Trust me dude you will mind. Jess doesn’t let me anywhere near her if she knows I’ve been wearing these sneakers.” He laughed some and then continued “she makes me shower put on fresh socks and a pair of shoes she bought me and made me promise I’d never do any type of physical activity in them”. Jess was Mark’s girlfriend, I’d seen her around before, I never cared for her but now that I knew the efforts she’d gone to suppress Mark’s stinky feet I didn’t like her even more.
“Seriously Mark, I’m sure she’s just being sensitive. I think I can handle a little foot stink. I doubt they’re even that bad”. I throw in that last sentence in an attempt to goad him. Mark laughed and pulled his left foot up into his lap. “Alright bro, don’t say didn’t warn you”. As he was sliding the sneaker off the smell already hit me. Mark’s dense foot stink had me swallowing deeply trying to remain focused and not unwillingly start rubbing my dick. As he was repeating the same actions with the other foot Mark looked up at me and must’ve noticed the look on my face. He let out his adorable laugh again “I told you dude! They’re vile!”. He seemed almost excited and proud to share the stink with someone. And as far as I was concerned he should be proud.
Now with both of his shoes off Mark stretched his legs out and wiggled his toes almost like he was teasing me. His once white socks were yellowed. “Wow yea” I awkwardly laughed “you’re right Mark your feet stink”. Mark raised his eyebrows up and down a few times looking at me almost flirtatiously? “I told you bro. Want me to put my sneakers back on?”. I responded to him too quickly, sounding desperate. “No!” Mark furrowed his eyebrows at this. Trying to think quick I spoke again. “I mean your feet must be so sore. Don’t lock them back up. I can deal with stinky feet”.
Mark placed his large arms behind his head and sighed. “Yea man they’re hella sore. Jess always has me giving her foot rubs. But she never reciprocates. Even after I make sure my feet are all clean for her she still says they’re too gross”. Glancing down at his socked feet I could understand where a normal person like Jess was coming from. But to me Mark’s feet were far from gross.
“That sucks…” I went to continue my sentence but hesitated. I couldn’t. There’s no way. But again my cousins words found themselves in my head. ‘Shoot your shot’. “Well uh I could, if you wanted, I could rub your feet… only if you wanted though!”
My offer seemed to catch Mark off guard. Again his brows raised at me and then he laughed. Though I could tell this laugh was forced more so to break the awkwardness. “No way dude I couldn’t make you do that. My dogs are barking but they’re nasty right now”. I swallowed deeply knowing that I’d likely never get another chance at this. I slid my butt off the couch so that I was on my knees in front of the ottoman my face at his feet. “It’s okay Mark I don’t mind. You look like you need to relax”. And without giving him a chance to argue I took Mark’s right foot in my hands and began to squeeze.
Immediately after my first squeeze Mark let out a guttural moan and whispered a quiet “fuck”. I continued to squeeze and rub his right foot before giving his left foot a turn. Being face to foot with his giant feet allowed me to really take in the pure potency of his stinky feet. His socks were soaked with sweat so of course they smelled sweaty but it was more than that. They were rancid and cheesy. I should’ve been gagging and covering my nose but instead I was taking small and deep inhales through my nose. Savoring any amount of Mark’s toxic foot stink I could get.
I continued to squeeze and rub my thumbs into the arches of his sweaty socked feet. I worked my way up to his toes squeezing them together and separately. All the while Mark’s head was leaned back his eyes squeezed shut and brows knitted. He looked like he was focusing hard. Only letting out quiet involuntary moans and expletives. It was only when I took his left foot in both of my hands and began to squeeze and work my thumbs up the arch of his foot that he was brought back to reality. He looked at me with a face that I could only assume was distress. He shifted his shorts and then quickly pulled his feet from the ottoman and stood up. Facing away from me he spoke “fuck uh sorry dude I should go”. His sudden eagerness to leave threw me off and left me feeling humiliated. He must’ve realized I was secretly enjoying this. But it was when he turned slightly to grab one of his sneakers that I saw the truth. His dick was practically shooting out of his gym shorts. My foot rub had given Mark a massive erection.
Mark noticed where my line of sight was and his cheeks and ears went flush. “Fuck dude I’m so sorry”. Without even bothering to put them on Mark grabbed his shoes and hastily made his way to the door. “Wait Mark!” My voice spoke before I could even think. “Don’t go!”
Mark turned to face me using his shoes to cover his crotch. “I’m sorry man this is so embarrassing, my feet are just really sensitive. I promise I’m not some weirdo”. The idea of Mark thinking I thought he was a weirdo made me laugh, but before he could think I was laughing at him I answered “Trust me Mark. I don’t think you’re weird. If anyone’s weird here it’s me”. I trialed off but continued as Mark gave me a questioning look. “Listen I think everything about you is literally perfect, including your feet. I mean especially your feet. The way they look. The way they smell! I.. I’ve been dreaming about worshipping your feet for years”.
Mark’s mouth opened slightly but no words came out. He did drop his arms from his crotch though and while his erection had deflated some I could still see the outline of his semi in his shorts. “Please sit back down Mark. Please. I’ll do anything to worship your feet”.
Wordlessly Mark walked back over and sat back down on the couch. He didn’t put his feet up yet though. Finally finding his words he answered my pathetic pleas. “You’re serious?” I nodded my head. My desperate eyes staring into his perfect ones. With a slight smirk on his face Mark lifted his feet back onto the ottoman. “So like do you have a foot fetish dude?” Mark asked me.
I placed my hands on his feet but didn’t rub them again yet. “Yea I do, but like especially for you..” I answered. It seemed like with every answer I gave I was injecting confidence back into Mark. For the first time since he almost left Mark genuinely laughed. “What do you mean especially for me?”
I let out a little groan “this is so embarrassing”. I watched as Mark quickly licked his lips “no come on man it’s not. You just saw me get a full on hard on from you rubbing my feet. No more being shy. For either of us.” I laughed at this. He was right. “Fine. Well there was this time back when we were younger and a bunch of the guys in the neighborhood were hanging out. You and Mike Anderson made a bet where the loser had to kiss the bottom of the winners feet.” Before I could finish Mark cut me off “oh shit! I remember that bro! My feet were disgusting that day”. I chuckled. “Yea you had pretty bad athletes foot”. Mark laughed as well “dude that turned you on?! They looked so nasty”. I couldn’t believe I was actually telling Marcus Barlow the origin of my foot fetish as I sat at his sweaty stinky feet. “Yea I remember seeing how grossed out Mike got just being near them and wishing you would dare me or make a bet with me where I’d have to do the same thing as him”. Mark wore a shocked but gleeful look on his face. “You know why I made that bet with him?” I answered softly “no..why?”. Mark, seemingly embarrassed himself now but he still answered “I’d been fantasizing what it’d be like to have someone’s lips on my feet for a while before that and then when Mike kept making fun of my athletes foot it was just too good of an opportunity to pass up.”
I couldn’t believe after all these years a moment I’d thought was just a funny bet between jocks was actually a calculated desire. “So uh” Mark gave me a devilish smirk and then wiggled his toes in my face. “How about you take my socks off and kiss my feet”. Without hesitation I went to grab at the top of his sock but he slightly pulled away from me. “Wait! First I want you to stick your face in my foot. Make sure your nose is in between my big toe and second toe and take a deep sniff”. I could see his erection had returned and he worse that same sexy smirk. I leaned in slightly his damp sock felt amazing in my face. My nose found its place between his toes and I took a massive inhale. It felt like the stink was being injected directly into my bloodstream. My body felt limp and I could’ve easily fell onto my back but my dick would not allow that. I held onto his foot and anchored myself to it so I could continue to take deep long loud inhales of his nasty foot stink.
“Fuckkk dude that’s it. Deep whiffs”. I glanced up at him as he goaded me to continue. He was watching me intensely and slowly rubbing the crotch of his shorts. Finally I pulled away and asked “can I please take off your socks now Mark”. His long eyelashes fluttered and his smirk grew. “You sure bro? They’re only gonna stink worse without the socks.” I moaned desperately. “Yes please Mark. I need your foot stink”.
“Alright, go for it dude”. That was all the confirmation I needed. I immediately clawed both of his tube socks off to reveal his gorgeous feet. His plump toes were shiny with sweat and the smell burned but I needed it. Again wiggling his toes he teased “come on give me some big kisses”. Leaning in without hesitation I began to lightly peck Mark’s bare feet. Switching back and forth between them. “Shittttt” Mark squirmed in his seat. His hand had now found itself inside his shorts. Marcus Barlow was playing with his dick while I kissed his sweaty smelly feet.
I continued kissing lightly for a while before Mark interjected “come on. Is that the best you can do? I thought you were obsessed with my feet? Prove to them that you actually love them”. Knowing what I needed to do I began to kiss Mark’s feet with more pressure. Slowly integrating my tongue into my kisses. Tasting Marks sweaty feet nearly pushed me over the edge. My dick was dripping in my shorts but I wouldn’t allow myself to touch it. Mark’s feet deserved my full attention. Mark on the other hand began to slide his shorts and boxers down his waist. Without even acknowledging me Mark slipped out of his shorts and boxers his massive dick standing at full mass. He was full on jerking himself off while I made out with his nasty feet.
“Fuckkkk bro! Don’t stop! Please don’t stop”. He was jerking himself faster and faster his dick completely lubed up with his own precum. The sticky slippery sounds between the two of us filled the living room. As I continued to kiss his soles I noticed him tensing and squirming his toes as if he was trying to hold himself in. I made it my mission to make him cum as quickly as I could. Without asking for approval I popped his left big toe into my mouth and began to suck and swirl it around. Unprepared for this Mark let out a high pitch whiny moan “UHAHhhh…oh fuck oh fuck…dude please”. I ignored him taking more of his toes into my mouth. Swirling my tongue between them and cleaning any and all the sweat and lint in his toe cracks.
Unable to hold on any longer Mark came. “FUCKKKKKK”. Mark’s cum spurted all over his stomach and chest. Soaking into his already sweaty tank top. His head fell back and he continued to slowly stroke and squeeze himself as his dick slowly shrank. Still I continued work my tongue all over his toes. Finally returning to reality Mark gave me a dazed look. “Bro” I stared up at him with my mouth now around all five of his right toes. He let out another involuntary moan. “You’re amazing”. Mark’s words were unbelievable to me. He was the amazing one he was perfect.
I sloppily let Mark’s toes slip from my mouth with a squelch. “Thank you so much Mark”. Still dazed Mark looked at me inquisitively. “Dude I should be thanking you. Like you just took care of me and I didn’t do anything for you”. The idea that Mark didn’t think he had done anything for me was cute. “Mark, worshipping your feet is the hottest thing I’ve ever done. If you want to do anything for me please just let me do this again”. Giving me that same adorable smirk Mark answered “dude that’s a given. You’re my foot slut from now on. And I don’t care what my girlfriend wants. I’m not changing my socks for the rest of the summer.”